Dalanesca found herself rather pleased with the responses she received from both Xunatar and Adraejen. She was not surprised when Xunatar made a comment in regards to finding something fitting as a return ‘gift’ for her, and it brought a small smirk to her lips. She had no doubt that he would find something equally as torturous for her as she had for him, but she knew that it would not necessarily be torturous in the same manner. While hers had been physically tormenting for Xunatar, she had a feeling that he, holding dominion over chaos, would come up with something that would be far more along the lines of mental torture.

Adraejen’s reaction to her greeting was expected as well, however she found her interaction with him to be much lighter than that of her interaction with Xunatar. His comment on her attire caused her to snicker, and she shrugged without saying anything in response. She frowned slightly, however, when he mentioned possibly interrupting something. She shook her head, her sassy visage fading for a brief moment as she recalled what had most recently happened in her realm regarding her relationships and emotions. It was not a pleasant reminder, but she pushed it to the back of her mind.

She gave Angela a bit of a wink as she settled and the elder goddess started speaking, her legs still slung over the arm of her throne. When Angela spoke of Moliira’s departure, however, she twisted in a flash to be sitting upright, her mouth slightly agape. The decanter in her hand dropped to the floor and shattered, but she seemed to take no notice. Moliira’s fall (if it had been that) had been unbeknownst to her until that very moment. “You’re serious?” she asked, her eyes flashing red for a brief moment. There were not too many people that the goddess found herself to be close with, but Moliira had been one of them. She had a friendship that went far back with the drow, back to before Dalanesca had ascended in Revaliir, and perhaps even on some sort of realm before that.

She moved to take a reactive drink from the decanter of liquor she had brought with her, at which point she realized that she had dropped it. With a wave of her hand, shadows enveloped the broken shards on the floor and pulled them into the abyss, where they disappeared from sight. She turned back to Angela. “Is that why we’re here, then?” she asked, referring to Moliira. “So you could inform us of such?”